Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Some thoughts on comments before the big game...

A bitch has been pondering a comment policy...but I really don't have the strength to adhere to one. I guess I like to take each comment as they come. But some recent happenings have inspired me to put down some thoughts regarding comments posted to this blog.

So, while I wait for Game 6 of the Stanley Cup to begin, this bitch is going to explain some shit that most of y’all already understand but some of y’all clearly need explained.

This is a bitch’s blogWith the exception of a guest blogging stint years ago by Brother Rob Thurman, my blog father and co-founder of the United Church of Bitchitude and Latter Day Drunks, posts to this blog are mine.

Mine all mine.

Pause, indulge in the chorus of Been Caught Stealing by Jane's Addiction, continue.

I used to allow the comment section to run free…like Homo Erectus roaming naked amongst the glory of unpolluted nature…but then some ig’nant trolls broke the Thou Shall Not Trifle commandment and the era of moderation began.

That's right - I moderate the comment sectionNow, this bitch isn’t all that fond of moderating comments but I’m less fond of folks trying to use my comment section to take anonymous bowel movements in hopes of driving a bitch offline through the power of stank.

And I get to decide what stank is…which unfortunately involves wading through the muck (Lawd, what have y’all been eating!?)…because this is a bitch’s blog!

I’ve been called that beforeA bitch has lived over three decades and all of them as a black woman. For the life of me I can’t understand why fools think they’re the first person to “go there” with me. Shit, if I had fifty cents for every time some asshole desperately tried to shake a bitch up with [insert traditional racist/sexist/homophobic/generally bigoted term here] I’d be able to put forth a stimulus package my damn self.

I don't believe I called you a racistWhen this bitch thinks someone is a racist...I call them a racist.

Every post about racism isn't about you...unless it is about you, in which case I'm probably calling you a racist.

Pause...allow to marinate...continue.

Reader discretion is advisedA bitch is not a fan of the school of tolerance. That does not mean I adore bullshit. Folks should know that some of the shit discussed here isn’t pleasant, easy or suitable for people of all ages…or suitable for those who have problems with race/class/orientation/identity/gender/poor people having something to say/liberals/progressives/dawgs and the people who adore them/Afros/feminism/Smartie-based goodness/reproductive justice/soul food/liking people from other countries or ice hockey.

A bitch was not born to educate your assSometimes I want to school folks on why my ass is angry…and sometimes, most of the time, I don’t.

Since I don't have to do anything but stay black and eventually die, I don't have to.

But if I had a dollar (wink) for every time someone jumped up into the comment section of a post they clearly didn’t read demanding that I help them understand why I'm angry (translation - debate whether I should be), this bitch would be able to start the AngryBlackBitch exploratory committee and run for Ruler of the Known Universe.

That’d be nice, but so far no one’s established a cash for insulting as hell comments exchange program for bloggers.

If only...sigh.

Anyhoo, I could go on and on but the Game 6 of the Stanley Cup is starting and a bitch must be off...

It's been awhile since the bitch's friend has read her blog. Got caught up on the Black Snob. But u got me laughing out loud 4real in here! Loving it, cuz I sooo feel your vibe. Sick and tired of being sick and tired of explaining shit over and over again. So I will roll in your stuff and vicariously project it into my quadrant of the galaxy. This bitch made another bitch really happy today. Thx!

"But if I had a dollar (wink) for every time someone jumped up into the comment section of a post they clearly didn’t read demanding that I help them understand why I'm angry (translation - debate whether I should be), this bitch would be able to start the AngryBlackBitch exploratory committee and run for Ruler of the Known Universe.

That’d be nice, but so far no one’s established a cash for insulting as hell comments exchange program for bloggers."

*immoderate chortling gives way to full-on laughin'*

HAHAHAHHAHA!

i love reading you, i love watching you nail people/effed-up situations/cracked-out thinking right to the friggin' wall. LOFF EET.

also? you very often crack me the hell up. this is a potent combination.

You know... maybe it's just me. But when I don't understand something, I generally believe the fault is mine.

And while I might ask for an explanation, or clarification, or a perspective check, because I know very well that *this* bitch doesn't know everything about everything... it would never occur to me to demand anything of the sort.

Lady, you are fabulous. I just started reading fairly recently, and half the time I laugh out loud; half the time I want to cry some. You should be syndicated. You should have a damn talk show. Have you been on Oprah? They need to give you Oprah's freaking job. At the very least, you need completely free-reign over some radio morning show. You have a gift, and it's a joy checking in on you everyday.

And I don't even care about hockey. But I'm a huge fan of a Bitch. Keep up the inspired talk, and every good wish that some amazingly, outstandingly, incomparably, magnificent good luck come to your life. Like the damn book deal you deserve.

Now, this bitch isn’t all that fond of moderating comments but I’m less fond of folks trying to use my comment section to take anonymous bowel movements in hopes of driving a bitch offline through the power of stank.

I love that statement so much! It made me laugh and I'm still smiling over it!

Comment moderation makes it more exciting to post here: you have to check back to see if you were moderated in. Also, it is more personal that way. I just want to say thank you for going to the extra trouble. -Doug in Oakland